I do not own Card captor Sakura or any of these characters. . That's what I'm meant to say right? '- I dunno

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You are not invincible but can do anything, use this knowledge wisely.

Slender fingers tap the keyboard softly; seemingly unable to decide which keys would be their next targets. A soft glow resonated from the computer casting alien shadows around the little room, illuminating the tired face of the girl currently seated in front of its screen. Though the light played upon her face creating odd angles, her overall visage was not disrupted.

Glancing towards the clock located at the corner of the computer's screen the girl sighed. The email that she had been writing was so important to her however she was unable to find what to write to her beloved father. It was the first time she had contacted him since graduation, being unable to face her past and her faults she chose the easiest option; to ignore them and him. Sadly she was too late to realise her foolishness; hadn't she always known, berated herself when she was younger that the hardest choice was always the most worthwhile and mostly always the right one.

Time for a break I think, she grimaced. No, no breaks for me. She focussed on the little black cursor, repeatedly in blinked at her as if daring her to employ it to express her sorrows and emotions. Yes she had made mistakes in the past but hasn't everyone?

No, her eyes lost focus and became hazy with sorrowful reminiscence. No one's ever betrayed their family like I have; no one has ever welcomed their family's warm embrace with harsh words and a turned back. I don't deserve them.

A tear dropped onto her hands and she became aware of a lump forming in her throat. No, I can't cry but it was a futile thought as more clear droplets joined the first. With a surge of inspiration her hands began moving rapidly across the keyboard, and thus she started her email to her father.

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"Sakura? Sakura honey, are you home?"

A jangle of metal was heard outside the apartment of 166E, in the next few moments the door was opened almost hesitantly. A porcelain face complete with a round pair of indigo orbs, button nose and soft mouth appeared at the entrance of the door.

"Sakura?" The young woman yet again inquired, however the question seemed to hang in the air of the empty apartment. Sighing, the woman shut the door and walked towards a hallway located on her left. The multiple bags she possessed rustled softly giving a sound and a life to the silent apartment.

The woman's eyes glanced around almost inquiringly, scrutinizing everything from the pictures on the wall to the upturned corner of the mauve carpet. Entering another room she began to investigate her surroundings. Her eyes softened as she laid her bags on the downy covered bed and reached for a small photo located on a small side table.

A small smile graced her features as she brought the photo closer to her face. Happy times, how ungraced we are with times like that now. The photo she held feature two young girls, one was sitting on a swing while the other, hugged her from behind. The one hugging the first girl was of course herself, same indigo eyes, curling ebony locks and gentle discreet smile. The first girl – the girl on the swing- had long, dark auburn hair that looked wind-swept and surrounded a delicate face with small ringlets. The face featured almond green eyes, a small nose and dimples that high-lighted a perfect grin.

Sakura she thought sadly what happened to us, to you? Why must things change? The emerald eyes just looked back at her, giving no replies. Shaking her head lightly the young women, placed the picture back on her bed side table, only to see it shudder and move. Indigo eyes widened as the whole table started to vibrate, then the floor. What?

Earthquake!

Her heart thudded and her stomach became all but butterflies. Another shudder came, this time, larger causing the young women to loose her footing and be thrown against the wall. With a loud thud she slid to the floor and put her head between her knees, going into a state of panic. I can't breath, with that thought the world around her seemed to loosen its grip, and any sense of reality slipped from her mind, she became only conscious of the inability of not being able to receive air. With her breath becoming more desperate she was only slightly aware of delicate hands coming to her aid and securing her into a firm grasp, surprisingly determined for hands so frail.

"Come Tomoyo, stop this." A soft voice cooed; it was sweet with a touch of bitterness interlaced creating a unique melody. "You must stop otherwise we are both in trouble, now please tell me. Where have you put your medicine?"

Between laboured and short breaths Tomoyo – the young women – was able to lift a pale hand and point towards a small dresser located on the other side of the room. The hands left Tomoyo, however instead of slipping back into her almost delirious state she was able to watch as the pyjama clad legs hurried across the room and bent as to let their owner gain a greater precision to the dresser's contents. Auburn curls brushed the back of their owner, who a few moments later rose again and made her way back to Tomoyo's side. In her hands was a small syringe, filled with clear liquid.

"Here we go Tomoyo, don't tense your arm," the soft voice said again. Tomoyo was dimly aware of the syringe piercing her skin and emptying its contents into her blood stream, before being slowly pulled out. Once again the hands held Tomoyo; strong and steady. Her breaths ceased to become laboured and she breathed in deeply unable to resist shuddering while she did.

After a few moments Tomoyo was able to regain control of her movements and her mind. She leaned away from the hands supporting her and was able to move onto her knees. She faced her saviour and her best friend since childhood. Soon the her concern for herself was replaced once again for the concern of her friend.

"Thank you," the corner of the girls mouth curved slightly upwards however nothing met her eyes. Tomoyo looked at the girl who she had pushed on that swing all those years ago, her hair was now longer and a deeper shade of auburn, her nose was still small and her lips were full and secretive. The shape held a soft curve, only acquired by those who had reached womanhood. However older she may look, she was still a girl.

Tomoyo looked into her friends emerald orbs. No longer were they warm and rich, able to make even jewels envy their colour. Now they became dull, guarded and almost impenetrable. This was what made her friend stay a girl, though her emotions were almost completely hidden by this façade, one stood clear and readable to those empathetic enough to look – she was completely and utterly vulnerable.

No matter what kinds of barriers were put up, the truth was her friend was exposed and vulnerable to cruelness the world held. She was vulnerable, not to the harshness of other, but to the ethics of herself, the most damaging of all.

"Come, we must put you onto your machine before the medicine wears off," this was not a fact but almost a command that hung in the air around them, building then tension Tomoyo felt. Ever since graduation last year Tomoyo was unable to communicate properly with her friend, no longer did they stay up late talking about everything. Rather Tomoyo would talk while her friend just muttered her agreement and made no sound at all.

The girl stood and left the room, Tomoyo heard her quietly pad down the dark hall and into the kitchen where she began to combine the parts to Tomoyo's machine. After a few moments Tomoyo moved to her feet, her muscles protesting and causing slight spasms.

Once in the kitchen Tomoyo sat on one of the small oak stools and secured the breathing mask around her mouth. With a small nod the machine was turned on and air mixed with medicine began to filter towards Tomoyo's mouth. Tomoyo's friend turned to leave but was stopped when a pale hand grabbed her thin wrist.

"Sakura, thank you", Tomoyo said.

Though her words were almost incomprehensible over the hum of the machine Sakura's mouth curved upwards and she nodded in acknowledgement, however her eyes yet again; were unreadable. Sakura turned from Tomoyo and walked towards the dark room at the end of the hall. Tomoyo remained on the stool watching her go. Why you?

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Sakura quietly shut the door of the study and returned to the large leather seat. Glancing at the computer screen her emerald orbs widened in shock and then narrowed.

No, the black cursor was no longer blinking; showing that the program was frozen. Sakura frantically clicked the screen with her mouse, however in remained how it was. The email she had written stared at her from the screen, almost mockingly. She smiled bitterly; it was ironic that when she finally did have the courage to contact her father she would be unable to do so due to technical issues.

The earthquake must have damaged the powerlines underneath the city, or at least the computers modem. All humour left her at these thoughts and she lowered her gaze to her lap. One tear slipped down her soft cheeks, illuminated by the screens light. Unable to take being restricted to the room any longer she pushed away from the desk and the email, and quietly exited.

A few moments later a light other then the computers spilt into the room and Tomoyo entered. Her face impassive she sat in the leather chair and looked at the frozen computer. Her eyes glazed over as she read the screen, I must help Sakura; in any way I can, I . . . I must help her.

Tomoyo rose from the chair, face becoming yet again blank and she exited the room.

The last line of Sakura's email still burned in her mind clearly.

Alas dear father I now know matters of which you have known from the start, and so shall I never again become involved with matters of the heart.

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HEY! I'm imotou-chan!, which means younger sister in Japanese for all those out there who don't know. I honestly couldn't think of a pen name and then I thought why not imotou-chan as my friend always calls me that. Well as you may have guessed I'm a new young writer trying to create and nurture a great writing talent (that I hope I posses) on this here website. As I have seen many great authors do so already. I would really appreciate any constructive criticism or encouragement from you guys reading.

I know that the story is a little blurry and stuff but I guess I'm just getting started. As you may have guessed something is not quite right with Sakura and as to what the problem and past is . .that will all b come clearer to you in later chapters and me when I think of it '-. . he heh. Yes am aware its higgledy piggedly with the quotes everywhere.

Well yes thank you . . and if I get at least a little feed back from you guys I'll know this story isn't a total bust!

Imotou-chan!